Every boy who ever did as he did prospered except him.

His case is truly remarkable.

It will probably never be accounted for.
A COUPLE OF POEMS BY TWAIN AND MOORE--[Written about 1865] THOSE EVENING BELLS BY THOMAS MOORE Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are passed away; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells.
And so 'twill be when I am gone That tuneful peal will still ring on; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
THOSE ANNUAL BILLS BY MARK TWAIN These annual bills! these annual bills! How many a song their discord trills Of "truck" consumed, enjoyed, forgot, Since I was skinned by last year's lot! Those joyous beans are passed away; Those onions blithe, O where are they?
Once loved, lost, mourned--now vexing ILLS Your shades troop back in annual bills! And so 'twill be when I'm aground These yearly duns will still go round, While other bards, with frantic quills, Shall damn and damn these annual bills! NIAGARA [ Written about 1871.] Niagara Falls is a most enjoyable place of resort.

The hotels are excellent, and the prices not at all exorbitant.

The opportunities for fishing are not surpassed in the country; in fact, they are not even equaled elsewhere.